"You could borrow Oberon, but he’s grey," she smiled.“I don’t think any kind of real fairy tales exist anymore, if they ever did. More like horror stories… and I hope your right. I like the sunlight, but I can’t stand it right now, ya know?” Cara sighed, knowing the way she felt was ridiculous.
Keera rolled her eyes. ”My point is that a fairy tale ending is about as likely to happen as us waking up and finding out that this was all one really bad dream.” She said with a little smile.
"It never did…people just tricked themselves." Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about it. "I guess its easier when they couldn’t see all the horrid things that were happening around them. They could just pretend certain people didn’t exisit."
Falling Slowly || Daniela Andrade & Paulo Serapio
My heart’s on my sleeve, but it’s turning black.
Without your touch I’m not gonna last.
It feels like my walls are caving in.
And I’ll do anything to have you here again.
19.) What’s your character’s preferred means of travel?
Keera prefers to travel on her motorcycle more then anything. She likes feeling the open and and not being confined like she would in a car.
— Franz Kafka
"Maybe he doesn’t want you to be nice back. Maybe he likes you for exactly who you are…" Cara shook her head at her sister’s lack of self worth. She’d tried to knock it into her head several times, literally, that yes she was a killer, but that didn’t make her a bad person.
"Darkness suits me…" Cara snorted cynically, "and I don’t wanna keep him out… that’s the point. I just…" she shook her head. "I’m not gonna talk about him anymore right now… I’ll deal with him when my mind is in a better place." She wanted her husband safe and happy, and with her, but Keera was right… she needed to try and fix herself first, before she could help him, if it was even possible. She couldn’t let herself think of the possibility that it wasn’t.
Keera snorted until it turned into a full blown laugh. ”Oh yeah Cara. How about I just ride off on a white horse into the sunset too?” She cackled shaking her head in amusement. The idea to her was just…laughable. There was nothing that she could do about that. It was probably for the best though. They could use a laugh.
SHe shook her head as her friend sobered and continued on. ”Probably a good idea.” She confirmed. Dealing with coldness wasn’t easy. Most of all when it came from your significant other. She at least knew that. ”Nah…it just seems like it does right now. Besides your bed in comfortable.”
"Nate was a douchebag… Andrew seems genuine… at least the few times I’ve spoken with him. And you’re not no good, K… you can be a sarcastic, hot tempered bitch," Cara smiled, poking her gently in the ribs, "but never no good. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known."
Cara nodded. “I do believe you… but just because you can deal with it, doesn’t mean you have to… not alone. And maybe I don’t want light and windows and shit… maybe I want darkness and crackers and tequila… and someone that’ll talk to me straight, and not in riddles and two-steps…” Cara trailed off before she said things she might later regret, remembering her short conversation with the blonde Irishman.
Keera frowned and shook her head. ”I hardened up again…I guess I should thank the ass for that.” She shrugged against the mattress. ”I’m a killer…not a lover. I dont get that kind of thing. He’ll fall for Mays or Zeba or someone better for someone nice. Someone who can be nice back.”
Her face softened at the next words. ”Oh darlin…” She shook her head. ”Its about 15 years too late for that.”
Keera looked around the room for a moment. ”Nah, I think its better for you to enjoy this room with the tequila and crackers. We can keep the riddle maker out.”